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Artist: Public Enemy
Album:  There's a POISON Goin On....
Song:   41:19
Typed by: www.atomicpop.com/atomicpopmusic/pelyrics/PE-fortyone.html

I come out my crib
Walk out on the block itıs hot
Yo thereıs a black car parked on the corner hot boys
Tnt be creepin, while niggas be on the side
Of the soda machine sleeping
Word up kid, they seen what you did 
In the car parked way down the block with binoculars 
Thatıs what they got.
Helicopters parked out on the roof
10,000 disposable cameras taking pictures for proof
You know what this is
That all y'all, get on the wall y'all
Take your worth out ya ass in the stall y'all
Or you take a mean bad fall y'all
Tnt they be playin for keeps
Wipe you off your teeth like cavity creep.

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo itıs hot, what they got, 41 shots

Bad boys bad boys what ya gonna do
If you get caught by our muthafuckin crew
Shot 41 only hit 19
They need target practice, thatıs what it seems to me
Ally al is sharpton dan a tack
Iıma be like ally al and fight ya back
What, do you want to go to war, you want war?
Do you want to go to war, you want war?
Iıll bury all you cocka la roaches for breakfast
Shit you out and throw you in the water for the next fish
Cuz i can do that shit g
F-l-a-v-o-r f-l-a-v  see.
To the highest degree times 3
Thatıs what you get fuckin with my family

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo itıs hot, what they got, 41 shots

Shootin at oj
Donıt know if he did it
Racist mutherfuckers mad cause they ainıt with it
The police get out the car searchin for nuthin
If you got sumthin, then they got you for sumthin
Thatıs fucked up, the way they play dirty
Lock em up in jail until heıs past thirty
They donıt give a fuck about you
They donıt give a fuck about me
Iım past thirty three
Word is born, born is my word
I got you before my word fails
Fuck whatcha heard
I keep it real, you never catch me fakin
When it comes down to money thatıs what iım making
Donıt try and take my shit yo, i know lex yo
Iıll have a fit yo
Iıll turn the whole mutherfuckin block on you yo
And that leaves you with nowhere to go
Secretly by the police you was hired
You my favorite customer i didnıt know you was wired
A nik on the ground, covered by my feet
Ay yo rah get the heat

Word is born, your kids miss you when your gone
But life still goes on, you think they give a fuck?

Yo itıs hot, what they got, 41 shots

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